WEC- Its real!
There comes a time in our journey when you finally realize that there are things you thought were fanciful dreams that truly are reality.
All my life I believed in magic. When I was young I believed that if I wanted something hard enough, I could get it. If I wanted to be something hard enough I could be it. As I got older I met with disappointments along the way and lost the “knowing” I could have it all.
I was a very “lucky” person all my life. My dad was “lucky” too. I felt immortal, like no matter what mess I got myself into, there was a solution, a way out. I had been in danger a few times as a child, but my “luck” never let me down. As I a teenager I was left alone to grow up however life shook me. I had little supervision and no one to tell me to be careful, to come home at a certain time, and who to hang out with. Freedom for a teenager like that is toxic. I kept upping the ante to see if anyone at any time would tell me I had gone too far. Never did that happen. And I did find myself in places I shouldn’t be, among people that could harm me, but felt no danger. I could be shitfaced drunk at 14 in a room full of college kids, eyed as the next woman to pull the train, and all I had to do is ask for help, not out loud, but send out a signal for a protector, and ALWAYS they came. They took me out of there and sometimes took me home.. never being unkind or laying a hand on me. Never did I take it for granted, but it seemed for a while there I was often in bad situations, not knowing even how I got home. And still it seemed that no one cared. (my folks where going through a divorce and it was all they could do to take care of themselves, it wasn’t that they didn’t care, it was that they were on overload and could only do so much. )
Fast forward to age 50 for me. Something sparks a “memory” of some kind and I go seeking to find what it was. I am “led” to an empath board. I am idly reading through the posts, chatting to people online, learning what they feel about empathy, and the wonders they talked about. Reading people? Having the gift of knowing? Connection to others? It all seemed pretty fanciful to me. I WANTED to believe it, but there was something in me that said it wasn’t for me, there really wasn’t that kind of magic.
I developed a friendship with a fellow equestrian. He was full of life, and I was attracted by his way of looking at things and his attitude. It seems strange to me that someone 20 years my junior could see so many things the way I did. About two weeks after meeting him, he asked me to read him. I had never done that before, but he insisted, constantly taunting me Read me! Read me! He was really starting to piss me off so I concentrated, I felt the tingle in my figure tips, and kind of followed to the irritation I was feeling. He kept at me, pushing.. so I dove.. I literally dove with all my might to him. You see I really respected him, and although I was pissed off I still wanted to do it right. I wasn’t sure what I slammed into at the time but it was like a large electric shock! I was slammed back so hard my chair moved. My fingers were buzzing, my head was buzzing. I was physically hurt. I was shocked and more than a little scared. I tried to ask him what happened, but he was not too happy with me either. I had no idea what I did, or why the hell he was pissed.. I was the one in pain. For two days I couldn’t eat or sleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It consumed me.
He told me the feelings were residual energy and that it would go away in a while and not to worry. And it did. Then I was really mad. How in the **** could someone do this! I wanted to learn all I could so it wouldn’t happen again. I sent a rather unkind email to him, and wrote an amazingly pissed of post about it all.
But what it did, what really happened, is I found it’s all real. There is such thing as energy exchanges, people can read each other, heal each other, actually send their energy selves to each other. For all the F words I threw at him, for all the anger, pain and emotional hurt, he did give me the greatest give. He gave me back the Magic. He is now one of my best friends. Some lessons are learned the hard way… but this one I will never forget. Thank you J
and yes it is a beautiful thing :)